Professor
Living—maybe dreaming a bit of our dreams and not knowing it is ours. That’s the lovely thing about dreams: I like to think they are never lost.
Mrs. Ray
Yet here we sit alone on our anniversary and they have forgotten.
Professor
The young have so many things to remember.
Mrs. Ray
And we can never build our house now.
Professor
Nonsense. We can go on building it just as though it were really possible. Come, little mother, let’s be young together to the end. I’ll have to throw another log on this make-believe open fire in my house. (He pulls the sofa around so it faces the radiator which he eyes dubiously.) Hm! That won’t stimulate the imagination. Wait! I know.